#whos most likely event

[devildomditzy]

I fear mammon would be the most likely to end up with a strange tattoo. Specifically, one that looks like a mix of MC and Zach Galifianakis.

Anon, I just need you know how old that reference made me feel.

And yes, he would.

But! I actually headcannon this one to be Satan.

Mammon or Asmo would be too predictable. But Satan, well...

Link to the event post

"Hurts, doesn't it?", you question sitting next to the fourth born on his bed as he sits up very slowly, gripping his head.

"Here, take this", you say offering out your hand which held a glass filled with a mystery concoction for him to drink, in which he tries to decline, waving your hand away.

That party at The Fall went on much longer than you or any of the others had anticipated. You hadn't planned on going out, and neither did Satan. But, Asmo's incessant nagging mixed with Mammon's pleas had worn down on the both of you, causing +2 to be added to Team Party.

The booze were free, if you recall correctly. Something about a wrap party on a film that was shooting, and Asmo was good friends with the main actress. You're not going to lie, your head is pretty blurry too. But, what you were feeling looked like seemingly nothing next to Satan's hangover.

You sigh at his refusal, grabbing his arm yourself and forcing the glass into his hands.

"Drink", you command him, maybe not even realizing it was a command.

He sits up further in his bed, squinting his eyes open to stare at the glass of swirling, shimmering silver liquid. His voice comes out strained, "What the hell is that?".

"I'm actually not sure", you look down at the glass almost just as hesitantly. Seeing how heavily it was affecting him, you'd gone to Solomon and asked him to whip up something to help Satan out. You just silently pray to Diavolo that whatever he 'whipped' up that lie in the blonde's hands was a potion and not his attempt at a smoothie or something. That'd surely kill him.

He shoots you a questioning look, to which you respond with the sorcerer's name and a shrug of your shoulders. "But you want to feel better right?".

He gives one more unsure glance at the glass before downing the mixture as quickly as possible, slamming the cup down on his nightstand, shuttering at the aftertaste.

"So", you ask, "now that you're conscious, mind telling me where you ran off to last night?".

One second he sat next to you, accepting another shot from a waitress who brought little glasses around on a serving tray, and the next he was MIA. You swear you only looked away for a minute, so where could he have gone?

Concerned, you grabbed his brothers from the dance floor, having them help you search around the building. When none of you found him, you expanded your search to the downtown area, but there was no sign of the demon of wrath.

Running out of leads, the three of you traveled back to the House of Lamentation with the intention of telling Lucifer about the predicament, only to find Satan passed out in his bed.

"Did you just come home to sleep? Why didn't you tell any of us. I didn't think you were that drunk".

He tries to fully sit up now, interrupting himself with a hiss of pain. "I don't remem-", he grunts now, grabbing his left side, causing you to panic.

"What's wrong?", you begin examining him, a hand falling on his back for support. "Are you alright?".

"I don't know. It feels like my skin's been stung, and"

Once again he stops talking as he lifts that part of his shirt to look at the source of the pain.

Your face falls.

His face falls.

"Satan."

"I have absolutely no idea where this came from."

"How long have you had this?"

"I told you, I have no recollection of ever getting... that.'

You stare at the words emblazoned right above his hip. In a fancy, cursive font, adorned with cat paws and hearts, was unmistakably your name.

"Huh. Well, I'm flattered", you boast, trying your best not to burst out laughing as his face begins glowing in both anger and embarrassment. "So that must have been where you went. I've got to say Satan, I never took you as the tattoo type."

"I'm not!", he yells over sad attempt to hide your giggles, turning his face to the side to hide his very obvious blush.

"But... I guess.... if it were anything... I'm glad its your name."

Now it was your turn to blush. "W-well c'mon, lets go see about getting it removed then", you start as you begin to get up from the bed, flustered.

"Wait", he grabs your arm to stop you from leaving. "I must admit, I kind of like it. Would you mind if I kept it?".

[itseghost]

the captured! quest was so funny that i actually drew multiple things at once

[calmbigdipper]

I believe Fugo and Trish would be besties in the most awkward way possible

[pinbones]

I've seen a few posts about women and pants now and many of them are very good, and not to nitpick those posts or downplay religious sexism or anything, but I have to emphasise:

Somebody who DOESN'T live in a controlling religious country/cult/family is also affected by sexism. We all know that, right? Secular parts of the first world also have opinions about how women dress, including when it comes to trousers, especially in childhood and in institutions like schools and the workplace

Me and many people my age (20s) remember being forced into skirts, punished and shamed by parents & teachers & peers & possibly then bosses about what we wear not being feminine enough, and it wasn't by deeply religious sects. Many updates to dress codes are very new and sexist views are still in place in many institutions. Normalised societal misogyny wants women (and people they want to treat as women) to dress femininely, down to what KIND of pants they're allowed to wear (compare a pink top and jeggings to mens jeans and tell me these two women are treated the same. Hating women in pantsuits is still a sexist office joke today, and even those outfits are feminine compared to male suits, which raise eyebrows when worn by women). The women I know who wear trousers regularly are literally otherwise feminine, and all wear dresses to events.

I know trousers have become much more normalised over the past few decades in secular society (yay!! the result of many many years of effort and lawbreaking) but let's not be absolute when we talk about the pants concept lol. Especially within a larger conversation about female/transmasc/intersex/transfem masculinity and social perceptions, especially in an age of rising fascism

[technically-human]

Can you draw something with Doom Patrol!Edwin and Netflix!Edwin?

Maybe something about Dp!Edwin talking about his feelings for Charles with N!Edwin?

It's just something I've been thinking of, make it a little angsty?<3

Glad you asked

ko-fi

[egophiliac]

LEON

LEON YOUR EYEBALLS

[sapphorror]

The Narrator's perspective only gets more horrifying the longer you think about it. Like, imagine being an Echo of yourself—one of many, all made to serve a very particular purpose and knowingly living on borrowed time, if 'living' is even the right word for your current state of pseudo-existence.

You've inherited the mission of a dead man—it's literally the only thing left that you can do before fading, so you sure as hell better believe in it; the alternative would be unbearable. Only you keep failing. With every loop that you don't remember, your lack of agency in this situation becomes starker—you can influence small things, sure, but it becomes increasingly clear that you have no real power, no matter how personally invested you are in the events unfolding in front of you. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to meaningfully engage with the world.

Worse—every loop you're made aware of is another time you've failed, with unimaginable consequences, though you had no control over these previous iterations of yourself and can't even learn from their mistakes. Everyone around you is operating on a shared perception of reality that you are not part of, will never be part of. After a few repetitions, you are, ironically, the least informed person in the room. All you have left to go on is an evidently outdated script. At the same time, everyone else is experiencing a contiguous version of you, comprised of parts that are, in some sense, also you, while at the same time existing at a complete remove from your current perception of self. Whatever you don't know you did—that's you now. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to define your own identity, never mind know what it is.

Even worse—this has trapped you within a stagnant hell of your own creation. Nothing you say or do really matters in terms of your own self (the rest of the world is a separate issue entirely). Anything you've come to believe—say, for totally hypothetical example, that you were wrong actually and your envisioned paradise is really a hell beyond any you had the capacity to envision—has about as much permanence as a drawing in the sand. 'You' will continue, exactly as you were, no matter how much you might like to change your behavior. Every possible future has already been set in stone. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to say anything you haven't already said.

For some reason, no part of any of this has made you feel more comfortable and at peace with the general concept of finality.

The really, truly absolute worst part, though?

There is no one for you to blame but yourself. And that's exactly what turns your story into such a tragedy.

[ryllen]

overblot grim with Yuu who accidentally get carried on his back

[mokadevs]

hold me

[mwagneto]

ruby and 15 finding the same guy hot and having a joke catfight about it vs donna and 14 finding the same guy hot and just agreeing and moving on. this is coz the former are young & sexy and the latter are geriatric

[yb-cringe]

was watching gabe and he was Very nervous about not being able to speak english with bad and the chat made a really good point which was; yeah they (fit and bad) . are used to this.

like its just very interesting to me in hindsight that qsmp prepped bad and fit to be very comfortable around people who didnt speak english or that they didnt understand, so it doesnt rly faze them.

in comparison early on i think it gave them both a bit of a shock ? to be like woahwoah what the fuck are you saying. very like deer in headlights kind of anxiety

but now theyre reasonably comfortable with it. which makes them perfect for events with translators because they're good with rolling w the flow.

fit says he wants to hear portuguese, he encourages it, bad is quick to read translations and keep up conversation and he can describe what he means in other words if he notices the translator messes up. they know to course correct if it fucks up and says something weird.

[devildomditzy]

Also I promise all my who’s most likely drabbles won’t be mammon x mc lmao that first one just felt right

[flovoid]

Fed love from silver spoons, reasons to be grateful… 🥄ᯓ★

[goldkirk]

I get that everyone wants TikTok back but do we understand how bad it is that it’s happening the way it’s happening. Like we do understand how much of a horrifically choreographed process this is to boost and benefit Trump right. Can we all take a second to pause and go “hey wow something’s been getting fucked up and fishy for days now with Trump being turned into the hero about this even by the TikTok company themselves all of a sudden”?? (more chatter in the tags re tech companies and authoritarian autocrats)

[egophiliac]

Did peepaw come home?!

HE DID! :D! luckily it only took me three ten-pulls; I think my past experience of being so thoroughly denied a Fairy Gala Ortho made me more worried than I should have been. may the gacha blessings pay forward to everyone else! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

so far this is hands-down the funniest Lilia card, because he'll say something all edgy and badass in that deeper ~General Vanrouge~ tone and then follow it up immediately with one of the non-card-specific cutesy Lilia lines, and it gets me every time

[a-snowpoff]

He’s bragging about how things went at the PTA meeting. Very classy, very mindful, very demure.